#✮heiress!reader x ben chase

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introducing heiress!reader

🐆 trust fund terror .ᐟ  glamour.  bratty. satin sheets. black amex.  sex kitten. sensual. power dressed in silk.  expensive.  stockings and diamonds. cheetah prints. red lips and black cards. ben's duchess. martinis. scandals.  caviar. sharp tongue.  cigarettes.

about heiress also known as ‘duchess’ᐟ

brat first, business second – duchess always has a quip, a smirk, or a perfectly timed eye-roll ready, especially when butcher tries to boss her around. but when it’s time to move money, make connections, or fund something explosive? she’s ten steps ahead, sipping champagne while watching the chaos unfold. “you boys play fetch, i’ll be over here handling the real work.”

sultry, always – duchess could be giving death threats in a silk, lacy slip and make it sound seductive. she moves like a slow-burn, every word dripped in honey, but her stare could cut glass. even soldier boy, who’s seen it all, finds himself caught up watching her when she gets too into her element. "baby, you could talk anyone into anything—shame you waste it on pissing me off."

butcher’s ‘necessary evil’ – butcher didn’t go looking for duchess—she found him. she got involved because she liked the idea of ruining vought from the inside out, and butcher was the perfect brute to back. he thinks she’s too much, too flashy, too rich, but she makes herself indispensable. and she loves making him suffer for it. "oh please, billy, don’t act like you don’t love having me around."

money talks, and she makes it scream – need a supe to disappear? a senator to suddenly switch sides? a scandal to ‘accidentally’ leak? duchess doesn’t need to get her hands dirty when she can buy someone else to do it for her.

soldier boy’s favorite headache – she’s the only woman who doesn’t care that he’s him. doesn’t throw herself at him, doesn’t beg for his approval. in fact, she’s a nightmare—sharp, stubborn, and talks back way too much. but that sultry mouth of hers? yeah, he’s got a million ways to shut it up. and she hates how much she likes it. “you’re a spoiled little thing, huh? lucky for you, i know exactly what to do with brats like you.”

note: just finished season three of The Boys so a short intro if i have any more i will and them! and this is my first time writing for soldier boy so fingers crossed i do his character justice. and credits of format @sematarygirls!

special tags: @bluemerakis @soldiersgirl @gibson-g1rl @legalmente-loca (I'm going to do a separate tag list for Soldier Boy, so let me know if you want to be tagged!)

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the second the cryo chiller hisses open, the air shifts—thick, stale, and frigid, like something that should’ve stayed buried. ben stumbles out, naked, confused, and crackling with residual energy. butcher keeps his hands tight on the door, but it’s you who moves first.

“the fuck is that smell? christ, you smell like a corpse.”

your voice drips with disdain, but you’re already stepping forward, peeling off a silk scarf from around your neck and tossing it over him like you’re doing him a favor.

ben blinks at you, squinting like the light hurts. “who the hell are you supposed to be? jackie o?”

“yeah, and you’re supposed to be america’s hero? you look like a sewer rat.”

the boys barely stifle their reactions, but ben—he just grins, slow and wolfish, eyes dragging over you now that he’s properly awake.

“feisty.”

“filthy,” you fire back, already irritated. “sit down before you fall down.”

and for some reason, he listens. begrudgingly.

cleaning him up is a whole other ordeal. he complains the entire time, grumbling about how razors aren’t what they used to be, how the water pressure is shit, how the whiskey you give him is “too smooth”—like that’s a real fucking problem.

“you gonna whine this whole time or just when i touch you?”

you rake the razor down his jaw, watching decades of grime and overgrown beard fall away. ben huffs out something close to a laugh, but he holds still.

“depends. you gonna be this bossy the whole time or just when you’re enjoying yourself?”

you grip his chin, tilt his head, and meet his gaze dead-on. “don’t flatter yourself, old man. i’ve handled worse.”

his smirk deepens, eyes flickering with something dangerous, something intrigued. “bet you have, sugar.”

it should irritate you. it does irritate you. but beneath it, under all the bravado, there’s something refreshing about him. no forced niceties, no desperate attempts to impress. just sharp-edged amusement and the kind of teasing that should set your teeth on edge—but somehow makes you want to fight back harder.

when you toss him a fresh shirt, he catches it with one hand, looking between you and the fabric like he’s debating something. then, with deliberate ease, he pulls it on, watching for your reaction.

you don’t give him one. you won’t give him that satisfaction.

but the bastard’s still smirking.

tags: @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis @h8aaz @soldiersgirl @sunsbaby

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